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Wednesday, April 13, 2016

For those who don't know, Melvin is the hamster who lives inside my brain. He's been on vacation for the last couple of months; doing little more than sleeping, slugging back beers and trying to determine which of the Clintons Underwoods would make a better president.(If you don't know the reference, you're a disappointment to me and Netflix and must leave my blog right this second)But, it seems that my fat, furry friend has decided it's time to get back on the wheel and create again, because there's a new story idea running rampant through my head.The seed of inspiration was planted well over a year ago, when I came up with a title I knew I had to use someday (weirdly, that's how all my stories start out: title first), but it's remained dormant until just this weekend. Now, the roots are sprouting and the idea is beginning to take shape. Their voices aren't distinct yet, but I can hear the characters calling to me. They sound frustrated and amused, confused and...broken. They're eager to introduce themselves to me, and I am desperate to meet them, too.

If I squint hard enough, I'm able to see a plot line or two out in the distance. They're a knotted-up, tangly mess right now, hardly even forming a path, but soon they'll unwind into a dusty road, then a cobble stoned street, and before long a freeway that leads straight back to those characters and the stories they're so desperate to share.

That's how it works, you see. A single idea becomes a web of events that tell one (hopefully) amazing story...and it all started when that fat, lazy hamster finally climbed back on his wheel. It's about damn time!